Start Another Fire And Watch It Slowly Die...

I am more at peace with everything. I mourn my lost chance, and I would much prefer things had happened differently, but I have come to terms with the fact that I cannot change that which I have no control over.

I'm happy for her, as long as she is happy, and that is what matters in the end. It's not like what happened here is what happened with Jill... This is on a much smaller scale, different players, a different scene, a modified script... This is not the same production. My role in this particular play is not even the same... In the original, I was the tragic hero, and here I am once again fifth business. I can live with that, as long as I am reassured that this God damned typecasting is going to stop... I swear, I have the skill to play out a bigger role, just give me the script, give me the spotlight, and open the curtain.

And then you'll see.

Music: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! - Over And Over Again (Lost and Found)